i love this song!
the guy in the video doesn't hurt. heehee.
;)

the debate continues

"The consumption of isothiocyanates, found in mustard seeds, has been shown to inhibit the growth of cancerous cells in animal studies."

mustard prevents cancer.

can mayo beat that?

i think not.

:D

furthermore, "commercial mayonnaises are more typically 70-80% fat".

gross gross!!!

hobbes gets his funk on

haha i'm listening to "my boo". and singing along. does it get any more pathetic?

apparently it does. the fact that i admitted said embarrassing detail proves it. :D

it's okay. i've got the earphones in, so i can only really hear usher. i could be way off-key and completely oblivious. i guess it'll become clear if the dogs start howling. they do that when i play the piano sometimes. it either means i sound awesome or the piano is horrifically out of tune. there's not much of a gray area with the pooches.

something completely bizarre happened tonight. it was a terrifying experience, really. i went to an aerobics class. it was possibly the most horrific thing i've ever been through. now my ankles hurt. i've actually never heard anyone scream quite as loud during sustained movement as the instructor was screaming. i kept expecting her to fall over, seizing violently from an overdose of pep. no such luck. haha not that i was wishing her any ill-will. she just had some pretty funky moves going on. speaking of funky, that was one of her favorite words. her catch phrase?
"LET'S GET FUNKY!!"

i laughed my way through the whole thing. when they started the overhead claps, it became almost overly hilarious.

so we're reading an excerpt from Leviathan for philosophy, and i'm looking at it right now. the idea that i'm reading an essay by some bizarre ESL student is perpetuating through my mind. seriously. "Enemies Countrie"? "Democraticall"? "Soveraigne"? "Possesse"? the constant over-capitalization is freaking me out. despite the freaky english, i still have to summarize it. a task i should probably return to.

but remember y'all: when times are tough....
GET FUNKY!!

apocalypse: would be welcome right about...NOW

today i was dissed by a freshman. i've never been quite so insulted or degraded. it was a truly painful and humbling experience.

it was a loud, headache-inducing wednesday morning, and as i was meandering across the battlefield that masquerades as the couch area, i realized that kento's hair was doing something incredibly funky. being the pillar of tact and concern for others that i am, i immediately started a tacit conversation about said hair catastrophe with michael, who confirmed my comments. michael's solution?

mike: kento, what's up with your hair?
kento: *runs clumsily towards bathroom, forgetting to shut the door*

i assumed the problem had been rectified and that i would no longer be forced to look upon said hair catastrophe until i laid eyes upon kento, who had emerged from the bathroom, and realized that he had a tiny towel wrapped around his hair like a woman with an overgrown beehive. this time the solution didn't appear to be attainable through such subtle avenues.

me: kento! take that thing off your head!
kento: *removes said creepy towel*

and what was dominic's response to this?

dominic: kento, don't listen to caroline! her opinion doesn't matter...she's just a junior.

immediately, i did an about-face and tried to do my best teenage girl swagger (the one where you approach the source of the insult with dramatic force, only to stop yourself after adequately instilling fear in your subject), but it failed miserably, probably because i was having a worse hair day than kento. but the sad part was that i subjected neither dominic nor michael to any sort of wave of fear or dread. they didn't even flinch. i looked to henry, who was slightly bemused at my fear-instilling attempt, but received not even an ounce of reassurance.

definitely the low point of my day. with the possible exception of the studying session that ran from 2:00pm to 6:00pm. pretty fierce competition there. ;)

have you met my bible?

it's up there ^^. just follow the smiling chinaman. ^^

ahhhh man.

so

much

to

study.

i'm only at world war I.

hopefully the last 100 years is as obsolete as my studying of it is going to be.

i'm still trying to convince amanda that she is not likely to enjoy european history. it's not going very well.

trust me, amanda. unless you enjoy pain (well, she DOES do trench tech...) this avenue of study is not going to be a fun one.

the college board is composed of VERY BAD people.

did you know that if you try to print a question off a thinkwell test the page prints blank?

*gasp*

they are both malevolent and all-knowing.

ew.

mr. lee told me once that i underestimate myself. i brushed him off at the time, and i continue to do so, but i'm reaching something of a conundrum.

a lot of people OVERestimate themselves. that's one quality i really can't stand. most of my closest friends? pretty humble people, actually. they may not seem like it, at first glance, but once you really get to know them, they're actually more humble than a lot of self-proclaimingly humble people. which is like a double negative. but that's really beside the point. i'm having trouble deciding where the under-estimating should stop and where it's interchangable with the acceptance of reality. the question is coming up a lot now, since the college thoughts (angst ridden as they are) are coming more and more often. is applying to ivy leagues pompous? it's not like i'd go for all of them. just yale. and just for fun. but is the idea itself just unbearably stupid? and is applying to only state schools an act of unintentional self-deprecation? or is it just the acceptance of reality?

i've had friends get into good schools. but they were SMART. like SMART smart. it's frustrating. admittedly, they didn't apply and get accepted to those schools for the sole purpose of discouraging me, but it still does the trick. this is one of those moments of revelation when i realize that the world might actually not revolve around me. but the point remains. case in point: today in philosophy. not to name names, but henry (hehe i lied) is sitting in the seat next to me, cutting the pages meticulously, while simultaenously refuting every stupid (and they were a little dumb...the devil's advocate is just that: an advocate...not a necessarily intelligent one) point mr. lee would make when i was just sitting there trying to keep up. my one addition to the discussion was the freaking peacemakers. *sob* and he's going to NYU. so that makes me what...Springfield Community College material?

i hope not. i was at least hoping for the University of Maine or something...if they even have universities in Maine. they're probably these elitist places where only those with expert knowledges of fishing and correct lobster-cooking skills are accepted.

now that's depressing.